Like most cut dancers, I began my career at a young age doing revue shows on cruise ships. It's a great job to have when you're young because at that age you don't realize that the rules of the ship basically strip you of your independence. Plus Royal Caribbean allows employees to drink in the crew bar at age 18 so its a great way to sew some oats and save some money before you decide to become a real adult. Although I tend to only have negative things to say about my cruise ship days because of their "always on the job" mentality, I actually had a shit load of fun, saw some amazing sights, and made a few life long friends who I still keep in touch with today.
Since I was a little kid my favorite holiday has always been Halloween. Don't get me wrong, Christmas was always pretty spectacular as far as presents and food is concerned, but this little faggot finally getting to dress up and get away with it one day a year... bitch please, you can't beat that shit. Even when I was little I refused to do any costume unless it was full-out! When I was so young that I can barely remember I ripped my plastic Gumbie costume on the 3rd or 4th house we went to and I spent the rest of the night crying because the integrity of the shiny green plastic costume from K-mart was ruined. In the third grade I went as Uncle Fester because the Adams Family movie was so hot at the time and I was smart enough not to go as Wednesday, but I got mad at my mom for not letting me shave my head and making me wear pantyhose instead... but she could only find the double-leg hose so I looked like I had Wednesday pig-tails anyway.
I have to admit that the title of this blog is a tiny bit misleading... Although I've had my fair share of steamroom visits, I can only think of one that ever got sexual and the steamroom section of this story doesn't even involve me (oddly enough). However, it does still happen to be one of the sluttiest days of my life and the title of the blog was a quote from one of my friends a couple of days later so I felt it was an appropriate heading.
I know you all love to hear about how many different times/places/ways I've been fucked... but this blog is supposed to include that other major part of my life, getting fired. So here goes...
This is a word that I've been called quite often in my few short years as an adult and unlike most people it never really bugged me. Now, I can't say that I fully agree with Mr. Webster's definition, mostly because I've always used these two words with the meanings switched. Last time I checked a prostitute was a person who got paid for sex and it sure as fuck didn't have to be a woman! To be honest, I've always thought terms like whore and slut were more relative to the person using them because much like an elementary school bully who's twice the size of everyone else in his class and has a gland problem, it's his way of feeling better about himself by thinking that he is the better person. Bam! You all just got schooled. :)
This is one of those moments where I wish I had an iPhone so I could take a screen shot of my contact list or text thread just for the sake of showing you that the story I'm about to tell you is 100% true. I almost titled this one "Why I Deleted My Adam4Adam Account" but considering this is how he's saved in my phone I decided to go with the more concise "Stranger Dick."